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At what point will she say, "That's Bobby D, Papa. That's Otis Redding Papa! That's Janis Papa! That's Chico Papa, no Caetano Papa. That's Tito, that's Celia, that's Silvio. That's Mos Papa. That's JT Papa - Steamroller Papa. That's an Allman's duet Papa! A yellow submarine Papa. Why did Cerati leave Papa? The Supremes Papa! Temptations Papa. Alicia Keys Papa...I'm gonna play ivory like that Papa. L Boogie Papa! Badu Papa. The Rat Pack Papa! Crooners still croon right Papa? I wish Jerry was here Papa. That's a Tre solo Papa. No Papa, you don't start it till the Lion's third roar Papa! Everybody bites George Clinton Papa - even Snoop and Hov Papa. John Popper bangs that harp Papa! Mick Jagger swaggers funny Papa. I like the old Michael better Papa. Bonnie wasn't just country Papa - she had the blues too Papa. Marvin Gaye Papa. Al Green Papa. Was that Jimi or Stevie Papa? Tupelo Honey Papa. Who else plays reggae like Bob Papa? Are the harmonies better with or without Neil Young Papa? What's a harvest moon Papa? It's not dead Papa - Haven't they heard the Crowes Papa? What's trova Papa? Can we go Trova Papa?" Yes Baby.

Overheard, by a butterfly basking on a sunfaded maroon 1977 Chevrolet hood - a big hood - in the summer of 1984 while a warm breeze blows a cool mist off Sturgeon Bay on to the singer who sings softly and out of tune between straw sips of cherry pop. His children sit on the hood, feet on the bumper - oblivious to the butterfly who hears the sweet song and is also inspired to take flight: "People let me tell you bout my best friend. He's warm and tenderhearted and he loves you till the end. He's my best friend."

I love you Papa. I love you too Baby.

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